Black OR White

The walking clouds

And the flying black birds

which I saw this morning

Remind me to move on

No, baby, it’s not the right time

to complicate the life nor to mess it up

Except on zebra’s extravagant skin,

Black and white can’t live together

And I don’t wanna be a monster

Or just someone who I am not in the mirror

Black is extremely elegant,

White tremendously magnificent

But mixing both,

watching them blending into grey,

are just a beauty suicide

Even an MJ couldn’t have both

Thus he needed to choose, ‘Black OR White’

si angka lima

dua hari yang lalu…

aku pusing mikirin bayar kos… duit di tabungan ga cukup… apa harus tuker bill euro yg ada di dompet? cuma 2 lembar… apa boleh buat :)

sehari yang lalu…

jam makan siang aku jalan ke bank… akirnya ikhlasin nukerin 50 euro, setor ke tabungan… tarik uang lagi dari atm, supaya bisa bayar uang kos :)

malamnya… aku serahkan uang kos ke tante kos… tapi tiba-tiba… ‘eh eh eh’, kata tante kos… ‘ini segini aja (seraya mengembalikan selembar HK$ 500), kan udah winter, jadi listriknya ga banyak’…. WOW!!! luar biasa baiknya om dan tante kos-ku… itung2, 50 euro-ku balik lg ke dompet :)

hari ini…

baidut ngabarin ttg rencana kita membantu teman… dan kita akan saweran IDR 500,000… kurang lebih sama dengan 50 euro! jadi pas bgt, emang si 50 euro udah diteken ama Yang Di Atas untuk disalurkan ke yang membutuhkan… skali lagi, RUARRR BIASAAA!!!! :)

50 euro = HK$ 500 = IDR 500,000…. yang pasti ini milikmu, bukan milikku… terima kasih untuk kesempatan merasakan kebaikan dan ajaibnya cara Tuhan bekerja :)

no baby, no cry...

she cried... and cried... and cried...

exhausted or failed to adjust to the school environment,

i could not tell

she'd cried for hours

that she had no more tears left

some teachers tried to calm her down

held her in their laps

hugged her tight

sweet words came out of their mouths

anything they could do to make her stop crying

i'd finished my classes

and was kinda tired too

i could barely handle another crying sounds

but what can i say, i just can't ignore the painful voice

so i tried to hold this little soul

sang her a lullaby, but still she didn't stop

then i carried her to my desk

played a random video from youtube

a young girl on the piano, a surprise symphony from haydn was on

and slowly my girl stopped sobbing

as her eyes were focusing on the video

i kept running the clip for a few minutes

and later...

there she was - peacefully asleep

what a privilege i've got as a teacher

as i could witness this tiny human being rested in deep serenity

here, just here, tightly against me...

and whom i should thank to?

music, who else :)

seputar bus 95c

(sambil mendengarkan 'lukisan pagi' oleh tohpati dan shakila)

pagi ini...

anak kecil itu naik bus lagi

masih dengan wajah lugunya

masih dengan gandengan tangan ibunya

kali ini mereka berdiri bersandar pada tiang

erat sang bunda memastikan kenyamanan ananda

masih teringat kemarin mereka bercanda

ibu mengelitiki si anak

si anak tertawa kegirangan

lalu akhirnya lelah dan bersandar pada lengan ibunya

sore ini...

sepasang kekasih berjalan berdampingan

usianya tak muda lagi, terurai dari rambut yg memutih

sang istri menyimpan sisa-sisa kecantikannya

sang suami dengan celana pendek dan kaus hampir tak berlengan,

pun topi pet menyiratkan hasrat muda yang belum pudar

tak bergandengan, namun berbincang ringan

tanpa beban, walau jalan mulai menanjak

kantong belanjaan di tangan,

turun dari bus dengan melenggang

langkahnya pasti, penuh harapan

oh betapa indah kehidupan... hanya 20 menit menumpang bus nomor 95c, namun sungguh kaya pemandangan yang dapat kurasa... tawa merdu yang kudengar... segala buat ku menghela napas panjang dan kembali bersyukur pada Yang Kuasa... terima kasih untuk tumpangan bus hari ini :)

inginku, pertiwi

tujuh belas agustus dua ribu sepuluh

bukan bermaksud aku berkeluh,

namun hati ini malu penuh

bukannya mengunjungi sang saka

malah kupasang rok batik belaka

sajikan masakan ibunda tanda bersuka

apa yang telah kubuat untukmu, pertiwi?

tiada pun sekecil biji sesawi

kali ini kan kugunakan waktu hingga bawa arti

hingga suatu hari saat kukembali

kiranya ada buah yang bisa kau nikmati

selamat hari jadi, indonesia

merdekalah pikiran manusiamu

merdekalah jiwa yang masih merana

merdekalah hati terharu-biru

berkibarlah senantiasa di segala pulau

dan kian harumlah namamu selalu

monthlyversary (a note to fibrina bian rhapsodia)

a month has passed

and i still have no idea what to write, bai :)

partly because my soul (might be) struggling inside

or i am just turning into some ignorant head

the very first day i arrived,

i promised myself that i wouldn’t follow these people’s manic pace

i decided to maintain my laid-back life,

never ever let myself contaminated by this craziness

then i got lost hundred times

feeling exhausted every time i arrived home

dizziness crept over my head whenever i found the crowds

and i felt eerie watching how people were changed

well, i don’t know how they looked like before,

but for sure they now look unnatural -

the makeover seems to be their biggest failure

the city brings an impression that everything is easy to get

everyone wears the brands, just as casually as

they don’t mind if the rain pours and wets their branded stuffs :)

but inside, i am wondering if they are ‘wealthy’ enough to feel things,

to appreciate what the nature has provided,

to sense that a cry is sometimes needed to heal the soul

so this very second i thank you, my pure-hearted sister

for reminding me to post something here

you won’t believe that i just realized

how writing could help me to survive -

just when this last sentence was typed :)

hong kong, end of july 2010

some 'westerners' i recently met

guy no.1:

he was born in australia, raised in an indonesian family

a second year commerce student, but constantly reading and learning about philosophy

quiet, observant, and inside was all but his own way of thinking

actively participating at church, but has his own perspective of 'belief'

guy no.2:

he is completely aware that he's under the condition called 'slavery'

but he knows what he wants in the future

he's determined that he'll be leaving the country in certain period of time

and he is confident of what he is going to do next

believing in nature, despite the pollution he's surrounded by

prefers to live in a remote island, gets acquainted with the forest and beach and frogs and mosquitos

there are many things i learnt from both.

1. how to classify things in your life: money, passion, interest, love, everything - it's all perfectly well organized. every sacrificed thing worth it.

2. keep your life simply natural. be simple. be humble. machinery won't keep you alive. nature will.

3. ... will figure out how to express them by words :)